I am a photo of the Dalai Lama floating in a bucket of piss.
Let's pretend we are contemporary art
by Anonymous | reply 83 | March 25, 2021 7:19 PM |
I'm Princess Diana rendered in hippo dung
by Anonymous | reply 1 | May 16, 2015 5:20 PM |
I'm a rapey mattress in an embroidered tent.
by Anonymous | reply 2 | May 16, 2015 5:22 PM |
I am a filthy bedsheet stretched over a coffin.
My name is "Synesthesia - Series III"
by Anonymous | reply 3 | May 16, 2015 5:39 PM |
HIV+ cum and dirty money has been transformed into filler by La Prairie to be injected into faces at the next Art Basel.
by Anonymous | reply 4 | May 16, 2015 5:47 PM |
I am Marina Abramović. I am dipped naked and upside-down from the ceiling into a bathtub filled with sweet and sour sauce. The public is encouraged to finger me.
by Anonymous | reply 5 | May 16, 2015 5:59 PM |
You forgot to mention, I will be singing classic Serbian folksongs, translated into Persian, and the exhibit space is a prefab by Zaha Hadid in collaboration with Shanghai Tang.
by Anonymous | reply 6 | May 16, 2015 6:04 PM |
I am a white canvas with a small black dot
by Anonymous | reply 7 | May 16, 2015 6:05 PM |
I'm Michelle Hines, who hoaxed the art world by claiming to create the longest human turd (26 feet) at a suburban Michigan bowling alley.
by Anonymous | reply 8 | May 16, 2015 6:05 PM |
I am a broken piano hanging from a gallery ceiling.
My name is 'The Infallibility of Common Sense'.
by Anonymous | reply 9 | May 16, 2015 6:17 PM |
I am the bullshit. I cover *everything*.
Often literally.
by Anonymous | reply 10 | May 16, 2015 6:18 PM |
I am a little pile of lint picked from Freud's couch in Hampstead and encased in a little perspex box on a little plinth.
by Anonymous | reply 11 | May 16, 2015 6:18 PM |
I fed the fake Hines turd to madagascar lemurs and their shit was sent to Givaudan in Geneva Switzerland to be incorporated into an oud & bowling-alley-hotdog musky scent, for the gifting suite at the Cannes Film Festival
by Anonymous | reply 12 | May 16, 2015 6:18 PM |
I am a sock hanging on a radiator, photographed by a Belgian man, tacked to a wall of an edgy bar slash exhibition space in Eastern Paris
by Anonymous | reply 13 | May 16, 2015 6:19 PM |
My dance piece, *Juliette the Scratcher's 1st Class Meal" will have its world premiere at the abandoned Hudson River Psychiatric Hospital, in collaboration with Bard Summer Stage and PS1. Music by Unlocking the Truth.
by Anonymous | reply 14 | May 16, 2015 6:28 PM |
I am a series of polaroids documenting an incestuous brother-sister relationship in Bosnia.
I am very graphic.
by Anonymous | reply 15 | May 16, 2015 6:31 PM |
My arabic-language film "Susan in Sarajevo" was filmed during an art-wound healing workshop in the Al-Madina Souq of Aleppo.
by Anonymous | reply 16 | May 16, 2015 6:39 PM |
We are delighted to announce our collaboration with Mariko Mori and the Corrections Corporation of America to relook inmate attire.
by Anonymous | reply 17 | May 16, 2015 6:46 PM |
I am the painting done by an elephant, dog, or whatever other animal "artist".
by Anonymous | reply 18 | May 16, 2015 8:12 PM |
I like your work, R18.
by Anonymous | reply 19 | May 16, 2015 9:41 PM |
I am something you will never understand because you are an insipid bore. I was purchased at a price you can never afford, by a group of your superiors for a museum you will never visit.
Go away.
by Anonymous | reply 20 | May 16, 2015 9:56 PM |
I am a powerful predication of gender as both subject and object in the mediated feminine.
I am a used tampon in a vitrine.
by Anonymous | reply 21 | May 16, 2015 10:30 PM |
I am an art photographer from Burkina Faso. All my photos are derivative, shit and out of focus, but hey - I'm from Burkina Faso.
by Anonymous | reply 22 | May 16, 2015 10:38 PM |
I am the prestigious Turner Prize, awarded to a lightbulb that turns on and off.
by Anonymous | reply 23 | May 17, 2015 12:08 AM |
I am Goldman Sachs and HSBC. We sponsor this meaningless modern art crap to make ourselves appear less evil to pretentious liberals.
by Anonymous | reply 24 | May 17, 2015 12:19 AM |
I am shit. I sell for millions.
by Anonymous | reply 25 | May 17, 2015 8:04 PM |
I'm the anti- intellectual cretins that think "but I could do that!" whenever they look at something they did not think to do.
by Anonymous | reply 26 | May 17, 2015 8:10 PM |
I am a scorpion dying under a cloche in front of everyone.
by Anonymous | reply 27 | May 17, 2015 8:12 PM |
I'm the contemporary art museum in a mid-sized Midwestern city designed by an "up and coming" local architect (i.e, architecture student at the local university) known for his "edgy" and "controversial" designs. Few visit me, and those that do, don't do so for the "art".
by Anonymous | reply 28 | May 17, 2015 8:19 PM |
I'm the suburban couple slumming in the "artsy district", buying overpriced shit that ties the drapes in with the couch.
by Anonymous | reply 29 | May 17, 2015 8:23 PM |
I am the potato chip, painted in black and white delicately balanced on the wrought iron gate of a mausoleum.
by Anonymous | reply 30 | June 28, 2015 1:16 AM |
I am Ai Weiwei. I am such a publicity whore I am the next celebrity contestant on Dancing With The Stars.
by Anonymous | reply 31 | June 28, 2015 1:23 AM |
I am one orange lollipop and a fifteen foot high hill of one-hundred toilets from all over the world.
by Anonymous | reply 32 | June 28, 2015 1:34 AM |
I'm earrings
by Anonymous | reply 33 | June 28, 2015 1:36 AM |
I'm caftans
by Anonymous | reply 34 | June 28, 2015 1:37 AM |
I'm a pencil sitting next to a 1974 AT&T aqua princess telephone.
by Anonymous | reply 35 | June 28, 2015 1:41 AM |
I am a purposely hideous painting. I am the visual equivalent of loud, obnoxious, discordant noise, but certain pretentious twats convince themselves that they enjoy me. What they really enjoy is feeling smugly superior to all those who see my fugly state for what it is.
by Anonymous | reply 36 | June 28, 2015 1:49 AM |
I am an errant piece from a massive art installation. I and a few other pieces from said same installation have collapsed or become unmoored and in the process have killed passers by.
Out of respect for the mourners, nobody has worn a t-shirt claiming "ART KILS."
by Anonymous | reply 37 | June 28, 2015 1:56 AM |
I am a giant portrait of Bristol Palin made solely from condom wrappers.
by Anonymous | reply 38 | June 28, 2015 2:07 AM |
I am a two-hour piano sonata that took a year out of the pianist's life to learn, even though my cat can reproduce the exact same sound by randomly jumping up and down the keys.
by Anonymous | reply 39 | June 28, 2015 2:56 AM |
Obviously none of the medium used to create R38's example ever made it any where near the subject.
by Anonymous | reply 40 | June 28, 2015 8:18 AM |
I am Jeff Koons Swiss Bank Account.
by Anonymous | reply 41 | June 28, 2015 12:03 PM |
I am a glass cabinets containing shelves of cigarette butts.
by Anonymous | reply 42 | June 28, 2015 12:45 PM |
I am a series of windows in frames, that open to the other side of the gallery space.
by Anonymous | reply 43 | June 28, 2015 9:28 PM |
I am the "non-binary pansexual genderqueer" artist's amputated cock, nailed to a square of wood and hung on the wall.
by Anonymous | reply 44 | June 28, 2015 9:32 PM |
I am three basketballs floating in an aquarium.
by Anonymous | reply 45 | June 28, 2015 10:38 PM |
I am the Stuckists, watching in rage as more and more Royal Academicians are Conceptual.
by Anonymous | reply 46 | June 28, 2015 10:54 PM |
I am an actual drinking fountain, mistaken to be an art installation.
by Anonymous | reply 47 | June 28, 2015 11:08 PM |
The sliced cow. The blood heads thing. Those stacked television sets. You know, anything in the Saatchi collection. I mean, it's all bloody buggary bollocks to me. And I must see the figures.
by Anonymous | reply 49 | June 28, 2015 11:42 PM |
R48, I don't know if it's art, but I like it!
by Anonymous | reply 50 | June 28, 2015 11:47 PM |
I'm the ninth red, right men's shoe in a row of 13 identical shoes.
by Anonymous | reply 51 | June 29, 2015 12:12 AM |
I'm one of a trio of cigarette butts, I'm the longest one, in an empty sardine can.
by Anonymous | reply 52 | June 29, 2015 2:39 AM |
I am the blank white canvas - I sold for $5,000,000.00, my name is "The Emperor's New Clothes."
by Anonymous | reply 53 | June 29, 2015 2:45 AM |
I'm a compostion made of environmental noise and I last 4:33 minutes.
by Anonymous | reply 54 | June 29, 2015 2:49 AM |
I am 2 years worth of collected scabs, dead bugs, flea dirt and shaved pubic hair glued to a old Soft Cell album that will be chainsawed and set on fire...
by Anonymous | reply 55 | June 29, 2015 2:56 AM |
Bump for more art.
by Anonymous | reply 56 | June 29, 2015 11:37 PM |
I am the portrait of Cardinal Richelieu, made from two years of collected toe nail clippings.
by Anonymous | reply 58 | June 30, 2015 1:22 AM |
I am Oscar Wilde's wallpaper and never went anywhere.
by Anonymous | reply 59 | June 30, 2015 1:44 AM |
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by Anonymous | reply 61 | July 3, 2015 6:52 PM |
The "artist" responsible for R57 should be beaten.
by Anonymous | reply 63 | July 3, 2015 7:09 PM |
I am a McDonald's hamburger, covered in a stretched condom and served on a Royal Albert Country Rose china plate.
by Anonymous | reply 64 | July 3, 2015 7:14 PM |
We're the ghosts of the old masters shaking their heads at how such amateurish drivel with no sense of craftsmanship, perspective or beauty came to be accepted as high art in universities and museums. As a result, most people born since 1978 only know who we are because they named the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles after us. And the one named after the gay guy was and still is the coolest.
by Anonymous | reply 65 | July 3, 2015 7:28 PM |
I am a fallen tree trunk from California, shipped to Japan and meticulously duplicated in fiberglass, for no apparent reason.
I am displayed at the Art Institute of Chicago.
by Anonymous | reply 67 | July 3, 2015 8:22 PM |
R66: MARY!
by Anonymous | reply 68 | July 3, 2015 9:08 PM |
R68 Yes, I suppose you would be quite accurate, there.
by Anonymous | reply 69 | July 3, 2015 9:11 PM |
R60, I LOVE Tilda Swinton sleeping in a glass box!
Self cannibalism, on the other hand.....
by Anonymous | reply 70 | July 4, 2015 4:16 PM |
I am the "floor covering" of a grid made of Necco Wafers with a slightly askew grid of Lifesavers. Visitors are expended to walk on me, tracking me all over the museum and outside on their shoes. Their children are encouraged to eat me off the floor. And I am an ironic commentary on the insidious nature of consumerism and the health care industry.
On the wall, there is a separate installation of an LED screen with words passing across. The words represent every 20th word of the USA Today from September 11, 2001 and the display represents a tribute to New York on that fateful day as well as the limitations of our attention span and the transitoriness of life. Below are taped to the wall, photos of girls from Coppertone ads of the 1960s and 1970s, placed facing downward as though jumping from the Twin Towers to represent the pedophilia of grief. I will be much praised in Harper's magazine for my "potent symbolism"
by Anonymous | reply 71 | July 4, 2015 4:26 PM |
I'm a life size replica of Magda Goebbels dressed as Mary Poppins. I am holding a bottle of arsenic and at my feet are my dead children, dressed like those in the film.
I'm an ironic comment on Walt's political leanings.
by Anonymous | reply 72 | July 4, 2015 6:05 PM |
I'm the giant cunt in the lesbian flower painting that the artiste insists isn't there.
by Anonymous | reply 73 | July 4, 2015 6:13 PM |
I am Flim Flam. See my art on the soles of your shoes after you wamk through a room filled with marshmallows and symbolic aborted fortunes
by Anonymous | reply 74 | July 4, 2015 8:01 PM |
Oops
by Anonymous | reply 76 | July 4, 2015 8:32 PM |
I am the deep but undiagnosed mental illnesses that afflict every performance artist.
Every single fucking one of 'em.
by Anonymous | reply 77 | July 4, 2015 8:42 PM |
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by Anonymous | reply 78 | July 5, 2015 10:51 AM |
Whatever I am, I lack craftsmanship and my message is derivative
by Anonymous | reply 79 | July 6, 2015 4:50 PM |
I almost failed art school [didnt know that was possible did ya]; thank god for the option to major inPerformance Art!
by Anonymous | reply 80 | July 6, 2015 7:57 PM |
I am a pube on Tracey Emin's period-stained bedsheet.
by Anonymous | reply 81 | July 6, 2015 8:05 PM |
My career is funded by Daddy's money.
I don't find any of you very amusing.
by Anonymous | reply 82 | July 6, 2015 9:35 PM |
More please!
by Anonymous | reply 83 | March 25, 2021 7:19 PM |